the party don't start til...

[chloroformedthejanitor]

Who: Annie and YOU GREAT PARTY GOERS
Where: the beach, near the docks.
When: saturday the 14th, starting at 5pm
Rating: M (or R?) just to be safe~
Summary: Annie's sick of every event being awful, so why not make her own event?? Yeah??? JUST COME PARTY YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO
The Story:



Behold! The world's most thrown together invitation to the most thrown together party that Annie has ever thrown. You probably got one if you live in the mansion. Or spend any time there at all. They were posted on doors, shoved under them, and even, in some special cases, rolled up and put into fruit baskets and left at the entrance to the caves. But anyway.

Come one, come all!

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[wilywilyways]

[Not terribly unlike her puppy, kicking around in the water. That's just a way bigger wave than Pickles ever sent her way.

Since the water's not crackling with electricity or transforming into shards of ice, Hawke only launches back a couple yards to avoid the worst of it. She ignores the wetness on her boots and raises her voice in another shout:]

Was that a splash or a hiccup, friend?

[no_eels]

[He banks around in quick, clear surprise at her words. "Hiccup" is the most familiar word he knows, after all. Toothless blinks, interested when he sees how the Viking moves. A warrior, then? Or just a Viking used to moving? The weapon indicates a warrior, surely.

The Night Fury banks again, and this time he dips his wing - all twenty feet of it - into the water for a moment, before lifting it up very quickly.

It's a lot more than a splash, but nothing that should soak if not avoided. ...hopefully.]